"Anyway, Sir Naephas. An angel soul fragment inside a human body, on a backwater planet like this..."
Naephas' expression darkened slightly as Floch pointed out these details, and he clicked his tongue in disgust.
"I know. Although it was a tiny fragment—barely even a thousandth—it was definitely one of theirs."
There was a short silence between them before Naephas continued, giving an order.
"Draft a report and send it to Galactic Command. The angels are up to their funny business again."
"Yes, yes, yes," Floch responded, waving a hand lazily.
Then he muttered, "Seriously, those angels... finding talented demons, killing them, stealing their souls, purifying them and turning them into artificial angels..."
It was a method that not only killed rising demon talents, but flipped them to the angelic side in one brutal stroke.
And judging from the way they reacted, this wasn't the first time the angels had pulled something like this.
